Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.